"The book he had brought was still at the headboard. Untouched. Mabel was so weak that she could not longer carry the book. With a sigh, Digory took the Apple of Life from his pocket. Nothing in the room could be compared to that apple. Perhaps, nothing in this world. ... And its smell could not be compared to anything. It was as if someone had opened a window to Heaven.

'Oh, darling, how lovely.'"

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